No one knew how long had passed in the darkness.
Angele opened his eyes slowly.
Some loud noises came into his ears.
He was on a clean street. There were people and carriages passing by. He was standing in the middle of the street, and the pedestrians were right next to him.
The bright sunlight illuminated the whole street; the buildings on the street were all gray.
*PA*
A worker from a potion shop was pouring waste on the ground in front of Angele, and the pedestrians were moving away from him.
The green waste landed on the gray road, wetting it.
The worker glanced at Angele; he looked a bit confused, but he quickly returned to the shop.
"Where am I…" Angele's brow furrowed as he checked the surroundings.
The buildings and the street lights made Angele feel like he was in a European country. The pedestrians were wearing clothes made of linen. He also found some people that looked like mercenaries.
